Eric Westman Books Novels & Stories

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

I know it had something to do with Cole. “That’s it,” I say. Jane and Austin stop and look at me. “I need you two to back off for a second I am going to try something.” I tell them. They continue walking after exchanging glances. I sit on the floor of the woods. I try to concentrate and clear my mind. I think of a light. Suddenly I feel a presence. I stand up to see a woman. “Witch working with wolves huh?” she asks. She tries to start her spell, but I am too fast. I look at her fire, I think. She starts to scream and hold her head. Austin and Jane run over. “Alpha is on his way,” Austin says.

The scent of cleaning soap hangs in the air, and the soft slap of a rag against the floor fills the silence. The Omega who spoke doesn’t even glance in my direction. She’s kneeling by the far wall, scrubbing hard enough that her knuckles are white. Maybe she thinks I won’t respond, or maybe she wants me to respond. And I'm not exactly in the frame of mind to offer friendly responses. “One woman wouldn’t have made a difference against a horde,” I say finally, my voice flat as my mood. Her head tilts just slightly, enough that I catch the side of her face. “Erica could have,” she mutters, not missing a beat in her scrubbing. “She was the only woman who knew how to truly serve this pack even th

And delicious. Maybe it was deliciously delirious. Sasha was still whispering to herself when she realized she was no longer in the barn. She blinked, drinking in the details of her surroundings: the glass ceiling, the lavish bed, and the roaring fireplace. Indeed, Fire Moon Pack may be the Pack of Flames but they were situated near the Verdean Forest, the very heart of coldness in all of Westfall. That’s why their pack is cold too, even when winter is now leaving. Perhaps the chilling secrets of the mysterious forest has stretched itself as far as their packlands, dropping the temperature into a cold that can make anyone immensely shiver.

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

Someone very curious was watching me right now! Hello you, hello! I hope you can see well? I turned away from the camera and took a few steps to the side. - Open the safe! I ordered. The fat wolf narrowed his small eyes, filled with fierce hatred, and twisted his plump lips. Chechik poked him hard in the back of the head with a machine gun and the wolf did as I ordered with a groan. There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information.

With that being said, Harold walked to the stack of books and as he held on to the book closest to him, he remembered the last time he was there. That had marked the turning point in his life as well as professor Ericson's. That was when he, professor Ericson, had decided to help him. Before then, he had been groping in darkness with his fate with death almost totally sealed. He pushed the book in his hand into the shelf and took another. He flipped through its dusty pages, searching for anything at all. There seemed to be nothing of interest there. He looked behind him. Wilkes was pulling out the second drawer. Behind him was the window that showed the beautiful world of Golden Lake. It was

I made myself a plate and then sat kitty-corner from Xander, across from Elias. Elias was reading the paper, frowning. Then he showed an article to Xander. "A witch," he said. My ears perked up. "What was that?" Elias shook his head, letting out a deep breath. "No, there was a housefire and a woman was burned alive in her home." "Oh, my god!" I said. "Where?" "Salt Lake City," Xander said. "Maybe it was just an accident." I slathered syrup over my pancakes and took a bite.